Wulan In Night Wound

Chapter 91 Private Beach

**Hi dear readers waiting for the story of Wulan. Sorry two days no update, because it was busy the same anniversary of the death of two years father-in-law (plus ironing and laundry that piled 😅). As an apology, the chapter this time is quite long. More than two thousand words.

Uh, Monday nih... who have the rest of the voucher vote, divided-divided-divided 😁 do not forget to like and comment 😘😘**

A week after the verdict hearing my days passed as usual. The celebration of Deni and his friends, was postponed because it will be celebrated along with the completion of the Sky Trials next weekend.

It's Saturday. All the officials of PT. Textile Globalindo will come for the symbolic opening of a new branch factory. The recruitment department has also started preparing materials for the recruitment of new employees.

With the announcement of the opening of the factory, it became a marker that the construction process was completely completed. Which means PT. Textile Globalindo has broken its contract with the contractor company where Mas Adit is based.

At 10:00 Mr. Reza had already climbed onto the podium which was located right in front of a large iron door that opened in half, which was the entrance. There was a red ribbon in front of the door. Behind Mr. Reza stood the higher-ups of PT. Textile Globalindo (including myself who holds a tray of three scissors) with the board of directors.

Mr. Reza tapped on the microphone, intending to start his speech. The invited guests, consisting of the village chief, some villagers of Karang Gayam Village, project workers and Mas Adit sitting quietly under the canopy tent, were about to listen to a speech from Mr. Reza

"Test 1 2 3, tried-and-tried..." Mr. Reza was about to start his speech.

"The invited guests I respect. And also my colleagues at PT. Textile Globalindo that I am proud of" said Mr. Reza with a big smile.

Mr. Reza expressed his gratitude for the solid cooperation of the entire team for the completion of the construction of the new factory. Mr. Reza also thanked the villagers who were very cooperative. In closing, Mr. Reza informed that the open recruitment of employees was carried out on Monday. Opportunities are open to anyone who wants to join.

"For salary ask the same HRD, yes! If you are given a small, just the HRD" Seloroh Pak Reza when there are residents who talk to ask about it. That was greeted with wry smiles from Mas Ronald and laughter from the invited guests.

"I am announcing this, PT. Textile Globalindo Pasuruan branch is officially open!" Close Mr. Reza's speech, then get off the podium.

I swiftly handed the tray to him. Then the two highest shareholder directors followed Mr. Reza's steps closer to the red ribbon that stretched.

The three scissor holders positioned the scissors on the tape, and the documentation team was ready with the camera. Then with a nod from Mr. Reza, the three men simultaneously cut the red ribbon.

A boisterous applause followed the ribbon cutting procession. Mr. Reza then climbed back onto the podium.

"To all invited guests, I invite you to lunch with a perfunctory meal from us" pointed Pa Reza on a row of buffets located behind the guest chair. Around the buffet stood some catering officers.

When he was about to get off the podium, Mr. Reza turned back.

"I'm sorry this forgetful old man. One important announcement was missed by me.  2 Nights 3 days holiday at Karma Kandara Villa, Ungasan, Bali for all project workers. And my favorite staff is in charge of this project, Wulan"

I heard Mr. Reza's words. What an unexpected surprise. The project workers woooed and clapped boisterously. I saw Mas Adit smiling happily too.

Mr. Reza got off the podium and walked up to me.

"Thank you for the hard work" Reza said, greeting me and patting me on the shoulder.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you again for your trust in me" I replied, looking down.

"Please launch first, sir" I let him go to buffet lunch with the company officials, then direct on a special table that is available.

After making sure Mr. Reza ate his lunch, I approached Mas Adit who was talking to Mr. Adi. The other guests were waiting to take lunch.

"Mas, Mr. Reza says he's leaving tomorrow. Anyone who can join the list and ask for a copy of the ID card to purchase airline tickets" I informed.

"Ready, Ma'am!" It is precisely Mr. Adi who welcomes enthusiasm. Pak Adi then approached fellow project workers and collected each person's ID card.

"Oh, how are you, Mom. Sky test next week. Want to refuse a gift from Mr. Reza I also hesitate" I complained to Mas Adit.

"Later we obrolin the same Sky and others" said Mas Adit and then invite me to take lunch.

After talking with Sky and my two mothers, it was finally decided that Sky did not participate to Bali. The heavens themselves decided, because he was more concerned with the final exam. The sky does not want to have to take a follow-up exam alone for her to take a vacation.

And here we are now, Karma Kandara Villa. One of the luxury villas with private beach in Ungasan, Bali. After taking an hour from Juanda Airport to Ngurah Rai Airport, and 30 minutes from Ngurah Rai to the villa with a travel guide rented by the company during our stay in Bali. We were all amazed by the villa rented by Mr. Reza, the president. He is indeed known royal to his subordinates with satisfactory performance.

We arrived in Bali at 12:30 WITA. Once at the villa, the villa had prepared a salivating lunch menu. Sate lilit, chicken betutu, and some Balinese dishes. The company rented four villas, with four rooms each. One room will be occupied by two to three people.

After lunch, we all agreed to a free event. The workers who already know my relationship and Mas Adit from Pak Adi, co-author cieee let us 'date' both.

I did not expect, a quiet Mr. Adi, turned out to be a bigos. Right after Mr. Adi witnessed our 'live show', Mr. Adi immediately made a rave to the project workers.

"Oh, lek. Bar disturb wong arep***-*** me (out of disturbing people want to**-*** me)" Seloroh Pak Adi at that time, on project workers who are busy cementing and installing bricks.

"Sopo then?" Ask the worker who doesn't seem to understand.

"Kuwi (it) Mas Adit karo (sama) Mbak Wulan! Again...." Kekeh Mr. Adi hangs his sentence.

Gossip was stopped because Mas Adit came over, and then slowly pulled Pak Adi's arm.

After saying goodbye to each other, everyone split up to their favorite places. Mas Adit and I chose to sit in the cafe near the villa while talking.

"I plan to extend the contract of the house in Pasuruan, Lan" said Mas Adit.

"Lho, what?" Ask wonder.

"I can't be far from you. I want PP Surabaya-Pasuruan. Near, just an hour's drive" explained Mas Adit.

"If I'm a suggestion, don't. We've never tried LDRs, have we? The kangenya must be tumpeh-tumpeh" selorohku.

"But I don't want to be away from the people I love. I don't want the same thing to happen again. I don't exist when the people I love need me" Mas Adit said.

"There's Bune with Mom, Mas. There is also a sky. They're going to put Mas Adit together for every word about me. Besides, I don't know where to put it after this either. Either pulled back to Surabaya, or led the branch in Pasuruan" I explained.

Finally, Mas Adit agreed to my advice about LDRs that were not really far away. Long distance relationship, but without long distance. Ha! Confused about it. Pasuruan-Surabaya distance is not far, one hour by toll. But still, we won't be able to meet every time.

In the afternoon, we decided to take a walk on the beach. Hand in hand along the beach, while waiting for sunset. After being quite tired of walking we sat on the beach still while linking hands. Staring deep into the perfectly rounded sun, slowly entering into his contest on the western horizon. Featuring a dazzling orange hue.

Adit raised and then kissed Wulan's soft hand. The hand in his hand felt wet. I don't know when Wulan's trauma will heal. While peeping Wulan's hand he promised to wait patiently for that moment to come. Then can love Wulan without burden and completely.

Wulan smiled very sweetly towards him. Makes her feel unable to kiss that lip.

The cup!

A light kiss landed on her lips, successfully displaying a reddish spray on Wulan's cheeks.

Ah, it's so pretty! Inner Adit was fascinated.

Huh! Awkward moment! Not really until I stink.

I who had just been kissed by him, suddenly sniffed towards the armpits.

Then I saw a witty smile on the face of Mas Adit who had loomed standing beside me.

"Ish, just go ahead!" I was spoiled and chased after Mas Adit who had first run.

We chanced for a moment, then joined hands towards the villa.

After the bath, and the vidcall with the Sky that ended with the promise of bringing various souvenirs, I went to the dining room. Almost all gathered.  The menu tonight is western. 'Well done' steak, complete with mushroom sauce, vegetables, and mashed potatoes.

"Manganese meat thok iso wareg, tibane yo (Eating meat alone can be full turns out yes)!" Tapping one of the workers.

"Mother me, yo ora tuso (If I, yes I am not satisfied)!" Kekeh Pak Adi while cleaning his teeth with a toothpick.

"Yo pancen wetenge pea gentleness, sir. Lambunge ono telu most (Yes indeed your stomach is distended, sir. There are three possible hulls)" replied the other worker.

Mr. Adi and we were laughing. After dinner, we talked on the terrace of the villa. Ten o'clock passed a little, I resigned myself to rest first.

When I got to my room, I fell asleep. I woke up from a dream. A dream I don't remember after I woke up.

I pulled my phone over the nightstand. I saw 01:05 in the morning. There was a message notification from Mas Adit

You sleeping? Nite's. Sleep tight - emo kiss

I can't close my eyes back. I decided to leave my room, and enjoy the beach at night which was definitely quiet. I bring bali cloth for later I will use as a seat.

The beach was empty, with no one there. It's still early morning. Only a jobless person like me would sit by the beach at this hour.

I rolled out the bali cloth I brought. A little difficulty because of the sea breeze that was a little strong. Finally by stuffing it with cloth slippers it can be scratched.

I sit down and bend my knees. Support the chin with the knees and observe the dark sea ahead.

I'm sorry, Mas. I cannot love and be loved completely.

I feel so guilty for Mas Adit. I was serious about what I said the other day, that I was ready to let go of Mas Adit if he couldn't wait for my condition. Not because I don't love him, but I don't want to be selfish.

Mas Adit's intention to propose to me I refused outright. I still feel inferior about my condition. How can I give Mas Adit his due if my trauma has not gone away.

Later. I don't know when I'll be able to keep my promise.

Suddenly a sturdy arm reached my neck from behind. The masculine scent of woody absorbed my sense of smell. The aroma of Mas Adit. I smiled faintly and stroked Mas Adit's arm.

"Cirain is bobo" said Mas Adit on my right side. His chin was placed on my shoulder.

"Waking up because of a dream. But forget what dreams" I replied.

Mas Adit pecked my cheeks at a glance. I turned my face to her.

I kissed her lips first. It was always Mas Adit who kissed me first. Just a brief kiss.

Mas Adit smiled happily. His hand was already in my arms and we sat facing each other. I put my hand on Mas Adit's chest. We looked inside.

Then without warning, Mas Adit put his lips closer to mine. I reflexively closed my eyes. Enjoying every soft cradle of Mas Adit's lips. When the tongue licked my lips, I opened my lips and groaned.

Our tongues are intertwined. Sometimes they bite each other with teasing. My hand had moved to Mas Adit's head and gently squeezed his hair.

Then one of Adit's hands moved to Wulan's chest. Wulan let go of our kiss, and gasped. Adit awaits Wulan's reaction. If he had started to be a little brave, Wulan's breath would have been choked. But this time he saw Wulan trying to calm down.

Adit grew bolder by gently squeezing that chest. Her lips moved to Wulan's neck. Gently pecking the neck that was soaked with sweat. Adit ignited the salty taste in his tongue.

Adit raised his face and looked in Wulan's eyes. Ask permission for the next action. Wulan silently waited.

Adit raises Wulan's long-sleeved shirt and releases the shirt through his head. There were no protests, which meant Wulan agreed with his actions.

The scenery in front of him makes (turn) Adit's breath choked.

Goddamned. The chest wrapped in a lacy red bra was really beautiful. To hide her embarrassment, Wulan thrust her face into Adit's chest.

Adit is happy not to be a bitch, as if Wulan's act gave her permission to open the hook that was behind the girl's back.

Seconds! Open up already that hook.

Adit doesn't waste time. Her dire-mas soft chest that, made Wulan mende-sah and raised her face.

Adit buried his face in Wulan's neck once again. Leaving some reddish marks on that white neck. Slowly Adit kisses down to Wulan's chest. Gently sip the light brown tops that are so tempting.

Adit took a break by opening his own shirt. During the break there was not the slightest protest from Wulan. Then with permission through the eyes, Adit pulled down the Wulan training pants along with his CD. Wulan was embarrassed. Then raise your face when you see the bulge on the front of Adit's pants.

Adit slid a little, then lowered his pants. Leave the boxer tight as the last cover.

The sea breeze was unable to repel the sweat that came out from Wulan's body. Sweat is like a form of self-protection from Wulan's bad memories of that dark night. Wulan's body seemed to be gleaming wet, and in Adit's eyes the lightning was so tempting.

Dilu-matinya again Wulan lips, then slowly lower their position to lie down. Adit's hands are not silent. Guerrilla achieved what could be achieved. Me-re-mas what can be re-mas. Chest, thighs, stomach and buttocks.

When Adit's hand reaches Wulan's femininity, Adit feels 'it' is wet enough. Without Wulan realizing it, Adit has released the boxer who is the last cover himself

Sh*it! I can't hold back anymore! Maki Adit in heart.

Wulan's eyes widened beautifully when she realized Adit's maleness was pressing on her thigh. They ignored the cold sea breeze, because they were warming each other.

With a deep gaze and a raucous voice restraining the passion, Adit asked Wulan for permission.

"Can?" Ask Adit.

Wulan realized, her heartbeat this time was so different. Usually, he would hate when the hammer came. But this time, her heartbeat felt so tight that it was pleasant.